Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.